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Souring sunbeams bring angels.
Spectral fingers sprout from the sarcophagus,
Lacing lines of night with grace.
Fro..
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Premonitions erupt from weathered fingertips.
Wisps of midnight whip a laboring hurricane.
The prophecy, a phoenix in the whirlw..
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Watching the tides strike home the eagle lands upon the shore.
The feathers of the wind bring the king of the canyon to..
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